Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.